Back to School, Back to School

Back to school, back to school...some of you can finish that line.  My comedian son, who has never seen that movie but has heard it quoted, enjoyed saying that on our drive to town Friday morning. 

Friday morning, I woke up a little later than planned which unfortunately added to the stress that I had taken to bed with me the night before, and was still feeling.  However, we were able to get brand new school outfits on, hair done, lunches packed, backpacks were checked to ensure all the new school supplies were there and breakfast was made.  Somewhere in there, I was able to get ready for work and we were off to school!  This year was a little different because Marc started Kindergarten, which means he's now in the same school as Kirsten. 

I had been feeling a little sad that Marc was starting Kindergarten and Kirsten was starting First Grade, but, I sucked it up and we got to school.  I was so proud when we got to Marc's room and as we approached the door, he took a step back, but then went on in and hung up his backpack and put up his lunch.  His teacher helped him find his name at his table where he was very excited about finding some play dough ready for him.  He gave mom a hug and posed for a quick picture and then assured me that he was fine, and I could go.





While Marc was hanging up his backpack, Kirsten gave her Kindergarten teacher from last year a quick hug and waited for me by the door.  Once Marc finished hanging up his things I turned around to tell Kirsten I'd take her down to her room in a minute and found that she was gone.  After taking Marc's picture, I went down to her First Grade classroom and found her already sitting at her table working on her table work.  Her backpack and lunch box were put away and I almost lost it.  This 7 year old, clearly, has moved beyond needing her Mom to help her on the first day of school.  She humored me and gave me a hug and let me take her picture as well and then hurried me off to work.

 

I walked back to my car and kept it together till I was driving down the street.  Wasn't it just yesterday that I was holding Marc in my arms and wondering how in the world I was going to finish college and take care of two babies?  Wasn't it yesterday that I was holding Kirsty Jo in the NICU wondering how I could love something so small so much?  Wasn't it yesterday that she was going to daycare half days while she went to preschool?  Wasn't it yesterday when Marc was so clumsy that we were rushing to the Dr. every couple of months?  Wasn't it yesterday that Marc was so excited to go and play all day at Sally's and wasn't even quite potty trained?  I know that before I know it I'll be going through their things and come across this picture and think...wasn't it just yesterday?